Mine is the pen assigned to write wit
Woe to the reader who doesn’t get it
Every line requires his intense concentration
~ else fates consign him to forever's frustration
Stuck? Traveling through my minds' quotient
I seek the ultimate of thus an idea
Focusing on the inevitable
Pondering with a thought! A phenomena!
The concept - thought process
Skipped a beat - the forbidden mingle
Exclaimed - exhausted per se!
Flutters with that of a wink and yet too , A giggle!
The block - it's tantalizing drama within
Whispering sweet nothings - A charm! A wit!
The audastic of the ideal in tune with your head
But yet it consumes ideas complex not to fit...
Autocracy, as seen so far,
And humour strange bedfellows are.
If one drives men crazy,
Humour makes life easy
If not gagged, tells me a far star.
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Happenings | 02. 04.2026 | humour, wit, government, limerick
Note: It is ironic. Iran, where people’s mouths are sealed, is now found hailing its people pounding at Trump. Fair enough, free speech is welcome, be it Iran, Russia, China or North Korea.
when jelly is both jelly and wall
wall simultaneously wall and jelly
a point for nail to enter piercing, stall
lucidity inconceivable to a machiavelli
.
listen
come hear
come closer
i want'd y'all tuh
know
tuh hear this write
fromg mine think
edvard whut
knowz
wit meanz
and regard that
werd ''with''
where would edvard be
without
'with'
Wisdom comes from experience,
experience from lessons learned
lessons learned
by making mistakes
Long after its death where dipsomaniacs and dreamers
Have gormandized its spicy meat, its shell still breathes
Emitting a monotonous sound to wake-up babies, toddlers
Mothers, fathers, cousins and soldiers carrying wreathes.
The lambis exhales a sound of patience and resilience
It is a symbol (for Haiti) of hope, pride and perseverance
Haitians are born fighters. Haitians fall and get-up
To fight daily. Haitians, with a smile, will never give up.
The long monotonous squall of the almighty lambis
Can traverse the craters of the mountains and appease
The giant waves of the raging rivers. Listen to the sound
Listen to the bells of freedom, wit and liberty abound.
Copyright © December 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
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a blade-thin thought flashes~
quicksilver slicing through fog.
it leaves no wound, only light
where shadows clung too long.
* * *
deep-rooted knowing grows slow,
rings layered under patient bark.
it holds the weight of mountains
in a single, silent dark.
* * *
wild seeds ride untamed winds,
sprout forests where stone slept.
they color outside every line
drawn by minds that never leapt.
.
i wouldn’t know
but i get’er
i mean
get’it
*this bard haz sired 6sonz
0daughterz
INTRO
From Little Lucy Creek up to Signal Hill
The cry of the crow cracks the morning still
Since the first smoke wisp curled round his bill
That crooked smile hides his secret still
The cardinal wakens wise old eyes
When the blues of the jay match the evening skies
Since feather took flight it's been no surprise
Bones yearn to bend lest they ossify
Since feather found bone in an iridescent way
That old rainbow rogue holds mysterious sway
He'll harry the sparrow and harass the jay
Likely stay that way til the very last day
BRIDGE
The class of the order is the genius of the genus
The keys to the kingdom of the family tree
Round his neck like the locket of a beautiful Venus
But cunning is the gem of his jew-el-ry
OUTRO
From Crooked Creek down to the old stone mill
The river of life holds its mystery still
The water may tumble but the tale won't spill
Til the last sand fills up the crooked bill
Wit
Where were you when I was arrested at a public toilet for drinking
of a flask of brandy- the man beside me was a police officer out
to catch people like me who needed a drink to survive the tedium of
living in a provincial town in the middle of a landscape of cows
Where were you during the court case when the judge said I was
a disgrace, a plague on the backside of humanity, drinking in public
It is a serious crime, the buffoon thundered, throwing the gavel at me
It hit a guard in the head, who was knocked out
Where were you when I had to run the gauntlet of jeering reporters
and people pointed me out in the street, and a hush when
I entered a café, and the waitress refused to serve me coffee
You went on holiday in Spain, drinking red wine.
I hear Inuits
who are into wit ~
they intuit
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Note: The Inuits
live in Alaska,
if you're into it...
Bugs Bunny loves his carrot treat—
outsmarts his foes with swift, wily feet.
“eh, what’s up, doc?”—his cheeky call,
a clever bunny loved by all.
Poet’s Note:
Inspired by Bugs Bunny’s famous 1940 line, “Eh, what’s up, doc?”.
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o_(")(") Eh, what’s up, doc?
If brevity is the soul of wit
levity the key to longevity
be the humour in it
and
tho' we may be one link
in the chain but a blink
in the big picture
the grand scheme of time
here today and gone tomorrow
on the brink I like to think
(whenever I can)
as the world's revolving
I am a wink in the never-ending
ever-unfolding evolving of man
so
as time flies
on a one-way ticket
never to return
I light my candle at both ends
while I have one to burn
There's a lot to be said
for silence
but you won't hear it from me
I'm satisfied tongue-tied
as the less said the more I see
and even if the point is moot
'tis a wise owl
who don't give a hoot
YY UR YY UB IC UR YY 4 ME
(Too wise you are too wise you be I see you are too wise for me)
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